Widge gave my new book, THE WORLD'S WORST: A Guide to the Most Disgusting, Hideous, Inept and Dangerous, People, Places and Things on Earth, a nice review on his site.
Now I've read many books about crazy, hairy shit before. But there was just something comforting in turning the page to the first entry and seeing, in huge point type, "LEAST ADORABLE PET." Now when I started to think about what the least adorable pet might turn out to be, I started considering the question on the obvious level: something odd that a handler would bring onto Johnny Carson's show so we could all guffaw at watching the thing try and crawl up Johnny's sleeve. You know, something spiky. Or poisonous. Or stinky. But no. I was being way too general and Frauenfelder goes right to the appropriate, specific answer: Miracle Mike, the Headless Chicken. It was at this point that I felt a large sigh leave my body: I knew exactly what I was in for and that I was in the hands of a man who knew what he was doing. And he had done his research.
